IdaHJu, Herat?,,, 


Decoraitjcm 


Copyright,  J9JO,  by 

IDA   H.  JU1LLERAT 

Oakland,  Cal. 


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A 

MOTHER  GOOSE 

FOR 
LOVERS'  USE 


Dedicated  to  All  Lovers,  of  the 
Past,  Present  and  Future,  and  to  Dan 
Cupid  and  the  Little  Birds  no  less. 


a  WAY  I  Birds!  Away! 
You  are  little,  but  not  a  little 
Thru  you  do  lovers  gain, 
For  oft  it's  true,  success  is  due 
To  Cupid  first, 
But  next,  to  you ! 


"V- 


HITTLE  Miss  Muffet 
Sat  on  a  tuffet, 
Reading,  I've  heard,  one  day, 
When  Somebody  spied  her, 
And  sat  down  beside  her; 
A  bride  is  Miss  Muffet  this  dayl 


RING!  a  ring!  and  roses! 
"Who  the  man  she  chose  is, 
No  need  to  ask  her  — 
"We've  all  known  long. 


A  ring!  a  ring!  and  roses! 
Now  the  man  she  chose  is 
Glad!  Glad! 
The  wall's  fallen  down ! 


S  she  came  thru  the  garden  gap, 
"Whom  should  she  meet  but 

Dick  Red  Cap ! 

Flowers  in  his  hand,  and  a  catch 
in  his  throat  — 

But  the  thing  he  said  not  —  she  found 
in  a  note  1 


HITTLE  BoPeep  has  lost  her  sleep, 
And  1  know  where  to  find  it  — 
In  a  letter,  quite  long, 
That  somehow  went  wrong  — 
But  I'll  not  tell  who  signed  it! 


was  a  young  woman  who 
lived  in  a  stew; 
She'd  so  many  lovers  she  didn't 

know  what  to  do, 
Till  Cupid,  one  day,  bis  choice  of  them 

read, 
And  made  a  solution  quite  easy,  'tis  said  1 


Q1TY  Tom  Tucker!  He  sighs  for 
another. 
"  For  what  does  he  wait  ?  "  — 
Why,  here's  the  bother:  — 
How  shaJl  he  marry  without  any  wife? 
How  shall  he  get  her  if  he's  shy  all  his  life? 


E  saw  Margery  Daw, 
On  the  avenue  passed  her; 
He  shall  say  whatever  he  may  — 
I've  seen  him  walk  much  fester! 


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No  prettier  house  than  Jack  built! 

UT  Jack,  poor  lad,  was  all  forlorn, 
His  heart  with  love  was  tattered, 

torn, 
And  sorrowing  he  rose  each 

morn ; 
Sad  was  the  house  that  Jack  built! 

Ah  me!  his  heart  was  crumpled,  torn! 
Till,  on  a  wond'rous  happy  morn, 
He  won  the  maid!  Then  what? — 

Forlorn?  — 
Glad  was  the  house  that  Jack  built! 


was  a  maid  in  our  town, 
And  she  was  wond'rous  wise ! 
She  found  that  Someone  loved 

her, 
Just  by  looking  in  his  eyes! 

So  when  she  saw  his  heart  was  gone !  — 
Oh,  joy  for  lovers  twain  I  — 
She  gave  him  hers,  for  well  she  knew 
That  heart  for  heart,  is  gain. 


OAFFY-DOWN-D1LLY  is  seen 
on  the  down, 
In  her  yellow  petticoat  and  her 

green  gown ; 

Daffy-down-dilly  with  Spring  shall  depart, 
While  she  who  is  fairer,  dwells  on  in  my 
heart. 


,  goosie,  gander! 
Thought  that  he  could  wander 
Anywhere,  everywhere, 
Nor  grow  fond  and  fonder 

Of  some  maiden — somewhere — 

Nor  make  his  lover's  prayer  — 

But  the  maiden's  sweetness 

Taught  him  wisdom  rare. 


CETER,  Peter,  once  you  meet  her, 
None,  you'U  own  is  fairer, 
sweeter ! 

But  to  win's  another  tale  — 
Hearken  Peter,  e'er  you  meet  her  I 


V!?O 


a  PON  my  word  and  honor, 
As  1  went  up  to  Bonncr, 
My  heart  was  lead  forpretty  Meg, 
As  ]  went  up  her  hand  to  beg, 
Went  sadly  up  to  Bonner. 

But  on  my  word  of  honor, 
As  1  came  back  from  Bonner, 
The  b^ds  sang  all,  and  on  each  twig 
The  very  leaves  danced  all  a  jig  — 
As  I  came  back  from  Bonner  1 


O ASHING  Jack  Horner 
Stood  on  a  corner 
Heaving  a  dismal  sigh ; 
He  looked  very  glum, 
For  altho*  she  had  come, 
The  fair  and  unknown  — passed  by. 


I'D  tell  you  her  story 
Of  fame  and  of  glory 
The  which  the  maid  said  must  be 

won, 

But  that  there's  another 
Of  "More  than  a  brother," 
And  so,  that  first  story,  is  none. 


MILLER,  a  daughter 
Content,  for  love  taught  her 
What  well  she  proved  full  soon, 
That  came  he  not  at  ten  o'clock, 
He'd  surely  come  at  noon ! 


nEY  diddle  diddle, 
Lass,  lad  and  fiddle, 
A  round,  low,  summer's  moon ; 
A  breeze  to  waft 
Their  little  craft, 
And  they'll  be  wed  —  full  soon! 


nARK !  hark !  the  dog  doth  bark, 
And  Betty  is  wearing  a  frown ; 
Ah !  well  he  may  brag 
"Who  gets  the  dog's  wag, 
And  sees  Betty  come  smilingly  down. 


ACK  Sprat  could  cat  no  fat, 
Jack  Sprat  could  eat  no  lean  ; 
But  when  the  maid  at  last  was 


won  — 
He  ate  the  platter  clean  ! 


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RGE  adored  the  maiden  nigh, 
So  he  kissed  the  maiden  shy ; 
"When  the  maid  had  naught  to 

say  — 
Bade  her  name  the  wedding  day! 


ACK  met  Jill  upon  the  hill  — 
A  winsome,  fetching  daughter! — 
Jack  met  Jill  upon  the  hill  — 
Perhaps — because  he  sought  her! 


Jack  met  Jill  upon  the  hill ; 
It  cheered  his  heart  like  laughter; 
She  came  anon  unto  the  town, 
And,  think  you,  he  came  "  after  "  ? 


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'S  1  was  going  along,  long,  long, 
1  hummed  on  a  bit  of  a  song, 

song,  song, 

For  a  lane  where  birds  and 
flowers  throng, 

Hath  often  lovers  its  way  along ; 
So  1  hummed  on  my  bit  of  a  song,  song, 

song, 
To  say  1  was  coming  along,  long,  long. 


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,  Tom  is  the  wisest  son ! 
Cold  was  Peggy,  colder,  none : 
But  soon,  'twas  sweet  her  Tom 

to  meet; 
So  Tom  goes  smiling  down  the  street. 


BRIDAL,  of  course, 
At  Banbury  Cross ! 
In  white  is  my  lady 
As  soft  as  the  moss, 

And  the  bells  ring 

In  joyful  lest  tone, 

Sweetest  of  music 

Anywhere  known ! 


I  LOOKED,  and  saw  a  man 
Who'd  come  a  hurried  mile, 
Meet  a  pretty  maiden 
Beside  a  crooked  stile; 
1  saw  her  nod  a  "Yes/* 
All  timid  as  a  mouse, 
And  soon  their  talk  was  much  about 
"  A  cozy  little  house." 


IF  all  the  world  were 
apple-bloom  — 
The  lea  were  petals  pink  — 
It  yet  would  need  Her  nearing 

tread 
To  make  it  Spring,  1  think. 


Maiden  Mary,  sweet  and  airy, 
How  does  your  garden  grow  ? 


Silver  bells  and  knotted  veil, 
And  pretty  maids  all  in  a  row! 


cake!  Wedding  cake ! 
baker  man ! 
Bake  up  the  cake  as  quick  as  you 

can, 
For  Father's  approved  it !  marked  it 

O.  K.I  — 
So  the  cake  may  be  needed  now,  any  day ! 


'.  SWITHIN'S  day,  tho'  thou 

dost  rain, 

My  bridal  day  thou  shalt  remain, 
And  tho'  thou  rain,  thou  shalt 

be  fair 

That  gives  me  her  forevermore! 
St.  Swithin's  day,  tho'  thou  dost  rain, 
My  brightest  day  thou  shalt  remain, 
And  from  thy  dawning,  grey  or  fair, 
"Within  my  life,  'twill  rain  no  more. 


OBBY  Shaftoe's  gone  to  see 
Sylvia,  upon  his  knee 
To  ask  her,  "Will  you  marry 

me?"  — 
Pity  Bobby  Shaftoe! 

Bobby's  step  is  light  as  air 
Coming  down  his  Sylvia's  stair ; 
He'll  be  loved  for  evermore  — 
Happy  Bobby  Shaftoe! 


QETER  White 
Is  a  happy  sight !  — 
"Would  you  know  the  reason 

why?  — 

'Twere  folly,  you  know, 
A  sad  face  to  show 
After  the  maid  says,  "  Aye ! " 


ERE  am  1 

Maiden  Joan, 

When  Somebody's  with  me 

"We're  always  alone. 


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ERE  was  a  fair  maiden  both 

dainty  and  small, 
"Who  rejoiced  in  loving — just  no 

man  at  all ! 

One  opened  his  heart  to  its  utmost  extent, 
And  to  it,  all  helpless,  all  happy,  she  #ent! 


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ERR1LY  the  Maiden  talked, 
And  "  Hum  "  quoth  He, 
While  they  two  walked  the 

garden  thru, 
As  once  did  we. 


In  his  eyes,  anxious  eyes, 

What  did  you  see  ? 

"  1  .  .  .  love  .  .  .  the  maiden  .  .  .  but 

Does  .  .  .  she  .  .  .  love  .  .  .  me  ?  " 


1MPLE  youth  and  simple  maiden, 
Just  a  heedless  pair ; 
Time  goes  by,  and  soon,  they 

find  them 
Lovers  unaware. 

Simple  question  to  the  maiden, 
Asked  with  anxious  care  — 
Dimpled  Susan  was  to  answer  — 
Question  ?  —  It  was  fair ! 

Simple  question,  " Shall  we  wed? 
Objections  have  you  many?" 
Simple  was  the  answer  low  — 
"Indeed  1  have  not  any!*' 


'ACK  be  nimble! 
Jack  be  quick! 

Or  see  some  other  the  damsel 
take! 


was  perhaps  a  Queen  of 
Hearts, 

Who  baked  one  summer's  day, 
And,  too,  a  knave  who  found  the 

tarts 
And  took  them  quite  away ; 

But  now  1  sing  another  Queen  — 
Another  summer's  day  — 
Another,  better,  wiser  man  — 
He  bore  the  girl  away ! 


OR.  Foster  went  to  Gloucester 
In  a  shower  of  rain, 
Sing  "Hey  diddle  diddle!" 
"What  matters  a  puddle 
When  there's  a  lass  to  gain  ? 


OCK-a-doodle-doo!" 
What  shall  our  lover  do? 
Since  cock-crow  finds  her  still 

unwon, 
He  'II  come  again  to  woo ! 


ING  a  song  of  suspense 
And  sparkling,  merry  eyes, 
Of  more  than  twenty  lovers 
With  aching  hearts,  and  sighs. 
"When  the  rites  are  over, 
There'll  be  but  one  to  sing  — 
To  whom  my  lady  deigns  to  list, 
For  him  the  bells  shall  ring. 


ONE  misty,  moisty  morning, 
'When  cloudy  was  the  weather, 
1  chanced  to  meet  a  gentleman 
And  maiden  sweet  together; 
1  heard  his  many  compliments, 
Nor  ever  once  did  grin ; 
For  what  would  I  do, 
And  what  would  you  do, 
But  compliment  oft  and  again  ? 


glad  she  was  and  bonny, 
As  the  fragrant  apple-spray 
That  opening  in  the  April, 
Delights  beside  the  way ; 
And  wistfully  he  passed  her 
On  the  road  that  took  him  nigh  her, 
Until  there  came  a  happy  day 
"When  he  was  always  by  her. 


parties  one,  tea  parties  two, 
Nods,  smiles  and  calling  cards, 
Walks  and  rides,  a  few ; 
Some  say  they're  not  engaged, 
Others  say  'tis  true, 
And  7  do  not  see  a  thing 
Would  say  they're  not,  do  you? 


QRETTY  maid,  pretty  maid, 
where  have  you  been  ? 
Each  cheek  a  rose  is,  fit  for  a 

queen  — 
Little  maid,  little  maid,  do  1  guess 

true  ?  . . . 
He  whom  you  love  said,  "  1  love  you. " 


AVENDER  blue  and  rosemary 

green  . ,  . 

If  I  were  king  ...  would  you  be 
queen  ? 


ARBARA,  Barbara,  maiden 

mine, 
How  many  charms,  sweet  maid, 

are  thine? 
Fair  and  tempting  is  my  lass, 
And  in  sweetness  none  surpass  — 
Barbara,  Barbara,  maiden  mine 
How  many  charms  sweet  maid  are  thine? 


QRETTY  coy  Sue,  say  you're  my 
own! 
We're  in  the  meadow,  and  quite 

alone  .  .  . 
E'en  the  little  boy  who  looks  after  the 

sheep, 
Is  under  the  haycock,  fast  asleep. 


rose's  red,  the  violet's  blue, 
The  sweet  of  the  pink  are  all  in 

you; 
Roses  your  cheeks,  and  violets 

blue 

Your  lovely  eyes  of  fairest  hue, 
And  the  sweet  of  the  pink  —  is  you,  just 
you. 


O 


ING!  Dong!,"  Bell, 

Of  Kitty's  wedding  tell ; 
"Ding!  Dong!  Bell!" 
In  the  chapel  in  the  dell. 


Who'll  lead  her  in  ? 
Her  father  William  Green. 
Who'll  lead  her  out? 
Her  happy  Johnny  Stout. 

Little  thought  he  joy  like  this 
Would  one  day  be  his  own, 
When  first  he  sought  with  love's  alarms, 
To  coax  the  prize  from  father's  arms. 


was  a  sorry  miller  once 
Lived  on  the  river  Dee ; 
No  song  he  sang  from  morn 

till  night; 

No  mortal  sad  as  he ; 
For  this  the  burden  of  his  plaint 
Was  doomed  for  aye  to  be :  — 
"  1  care  for  nobody,  no,  alas, 
And  nobody  cares  for  me ! " 


pretty  was  black- 
eyed  Nan! 

She  delighted  every  man ; 
Gentlemen  came  every  day, 
And  all  she  meant  to  send  away  — 
But  —  her  black  eyes  bade  one  to  stay! 


HERE  arc  you  going,  my  pretty 

maid? 

'I'm  going  a-milking,  sir,"  she 
said. 


"May  1  go  with  you,  my  pretty  maid?  " 
"You're  kindly  welcome,  sir, "  she  said. 

"What  is  your  fortune,  my  pretty 

maid?" 
My  face  is  my  fortune,  sir, "  she  said. 

"Then  why  can't  we  marry,  my  pretty 

maid?" 
"Another  has  asked  me,  sir,"  she  said. 


OLEMN  on  Monday, 
Forlorn  on  a  Tuesday  — 
Maybe  it's  love's  fault, 
Pray,  what  do  you  say  ?  — 


Listless  on  Wednesday, 
Harried  on  Thursday, 
Misfortune  hath  him  — 
Keep  us  from  her  sway !  — 

Very  still  Friday, 
Burdened  on  Saturday  — 
Think  you  'tis  love  that 
Acts  in  the  matter,  pray  ?  — 

In  all  the  long  week 
Glad  but  on  one  day  — 
Ah,  sad  to  love  always 
And  meet  but  on  Sunday ! 


rTO  the  meadow  and  thru  the 
corn, 
Vnd  by  the  seat  'neath  the  apple 

thorn, 

Wandered  1  by  stream  and  rock; 
And  the  birds,  in  a  flock 
Flew  some  east,  flew  some  west  — 
While  the  lovers  went— where  they  liked 
best.  ^ 


E  saw  scar  ado  wn, 
Which  is  the  way  to  Lovers' 

Town? 

One  glance  up,  the  other  down ; 
That  is  the  way  to  Lovers'  Town. 


rain,  do  remain, 

need  you  not  in  Spain; 
Balcony  and  serenade 
Have  they  there,  and  ask  thine 

aid? 

So  rain,  do  remain; 
More  our  need  than  theirs  in  Spain. 


OH,  1  saw  a  maiden  sweet  off  with  a  basket, 
When  nine  was  the  hour,  and  bright  as  the 
moon 
Was  the  lane  with  its  hedges,  —  as  poet 

would  ask  it  — 
And  sweet  in  the  May  with  the  scent  of  the  broom. 

"Oh  maiden,  no  maiden  so  witching,"  thought  1, 
As  whither  she  journeyed  her  steps  took  her  by ; 
"Your  eyes  —  they  are  blue  as  this  morning's  fair 

skies, 
Like  the  dew  on  yon  cobwebs  the  light  in  them 

lies..." 

And  why  there  was  with  her  no  other,  or  nigh, 

To  woo  one  so  winsome,  1  found  no  reply, 

Till  a  birdie  far  wiser  than  ever  was  1, 

Chirped," Up  the  lane  further,  you'll  see!  By-and-by!" 


S  1  was  going  up  Primrose  Hill, 
Met  1  maiden  Betsey; 
Betsey  is  a  pretty  miss !  — 
And  she  dropped  me  a  curtsey ! 


Little  Miss,  pretty  Miss, 

There  is  that  about  you 

Makes  me  think  there'll  come  a  day 

1  cannot  live  without  you ! 


USH  and  hubbub —  /KJ  loves 

and  she  loves, 
So  the  baker,  the  caterer  and 

the  dressmaker 

Shall  bustle  about  so  that  soon  he  may 
take  her ! 


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' 


O    ! 


EAT  love,  little  kiss — bound  to 

be, 
When  they're  together,  and 

none  to  see ! 


was  an  old  owl  lived  in 
an  oak, 

Whiskey,  Whaskey,  Wheedle, 
And  all  the  words  he  ever  spoke 
Were,  "Fiddle,  Faddle,  Feedle;" 
And  lovers  who  came  oft  that  way 
Were  rather  glad  he  naught  could  say, 
Save,  "Fiddle,  Faddle,  Feedle." 


HERE  was  a  fair  maiden  lived 

under  the  hill, 

If  she  had  not  loved,  she'd  be 
there  still. 


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nE'S  blind  thrice, 
He's  blind  thrice, 
"Who  sees  it  not  that  joy  is  rife 
And  sweetest  charm,  within  his 
,  life 

Who  calls  a  loving  lass  his  wife  — 
Yea,  blind  thrice. 

He's  blind  thrice, 

He's  blind  thrice, 

Who  sees  it  not  that  all  his  life 

He  ailing  goes  who  lacks  a  wife, 

Whose  day  with  gloomy  hours  is  rife  — • 

Yea,  blind  thrice. 


S  I  walked  by  myself, 
All  alone  by  myself, 
An  elf  there  came  to  me; 
Said  he,  "  Look  to  thyself! 

Take  care  of  thyself! 

For  Somebody  cares  for  thee!  " 

Then  1  answered  this  elf, 

This  mischievous  elf, 

In  blithesome  repartee, 

"Thanks  to  thyself, 

For  the  luck  to  myself, 

For  now,  there  a  wedding  shall  be." 


Q1T!...  Pat!... 
From  under  my  hat, 
By  courage,  I  see,  forsaken, 
So  the  course  you  would  take 
]  shall  help  you  to  make, 
If  I'm  not  mistaken. 


ERE  is  a  little  chap, 
And  he  has  a  little  quiver, 
And  fetal  is  his  aim,  'tis  said, 

said,  said; 
He  trieth  in  a  look 
Or  in  a  sigh,  his  luck; 
You  can  always  tell  his  wounded 
For  they  wed,  wed,  wed  1 


OAINTY  maid  Belinda, 
By  the  open  window, 
Dreaming  as  ]  suppose ; 
A  maid  within,  who  sought  her, 
Stole  up  and  kissed  the  daughter, 
And  why  she  blushed,  nobody  knows ! 


are  lovers'  joys  made  of, 

madeof? 

are  lovers'  joys  made  of? 

Kisses,  and  mail,  and  the  happy 

love  tale, 
And  that's  what  their  joys  arc  made  of. 

What  are  their  quarrels  made  of,  made  of  ? 
What  are  their  quarrels  made  of? 
Very  grave  things  that  are — nothing  at  all ! 
And  that's  what  their  quarrels  are  made  of. 

What  arc  engagements  made  of,  made  of? 
What  are  engagements  made  of? 
Sugar  —  and  —  spice  —  alas,  yes  —  but 

they're  nice! 
And  that's  what  engagements  are  made  of. 


OLD  thing,  old, 
Is  Jove  we  are  told ; 
And  a  wary  young  soul  is  he 
Whose  craft  and  whose  art 
Shall  save  him  his  heart, 
But  merry,  he  cannot  be. 


E  King  of  Hearts 
He  made  some  darts 
All  on  a  summer  day; 
"With  marksman  arts 
He  found  maids'  hearts, 
And  took  them  clean  away ! 

He  shot  the  darts 
And  took  their  hearts; 
The  maidens  wept  full  sore, 
Till  each  he  gave 
Her  lover's  heart,  — 
And  she  was  sad  no  more. 


CROSS  the  patch, 
The  mossy  patch, 
To  the  violets  that  are  kin 
To  the  eyes  1  love 

The  rest  above, 

"Whose  favor  I  would  win. 


OW!  Wow!  Wow!' 
Whose  dog  art  thou  ?  " 
"I'm  Miss  Tucker's  dog, 
But  who  art  thou  ?  " 


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ANY  a  maiden  daunting, 
Cupid's  gone  a-hunting; 
Gone  to  make  them  happy  kin 
Who,  haply  else,  —  had 
strangers  been ! 


H1TTLE  Miss  Hubbard 
One  day  discovered 
That  she  was  not  happy  alone, 
So  when  next  he  came  there, 
Her  heart  she  laid  bare, 
And  with  coaxing,  our  laddie  had  done. 


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LACK-a-day !  she  sat  on  the 

wall, 
And  her  hair  had  the  glory  of 

leaves  in  the  Fall ; 
All  the  king's  horses  and  all  the  king's 

men 
Can't  give  him  a  bachelor's  heart  again ! 


KS  of  my  lady 
"When  the  wind  blows- 
E'en  more  bewitching 
Than  when  in  repose! 


Voice  of  my  lady, 
Tender  and  low, 
Voice  of  the  zephyrs 
Thru  treetops  that  go. 

Eyes  of  my  lady, 
Tranquil  and  deep  — 
Pools,  where  reflections 
Of  violets  sleep. 


Heart  of  my  lady, 
'Tis  the  red  rose, 
Rare  with  the  fragrance 
Its  petals  enclose. 

May  the  dawn  break, 
And  soon,  when  I  call 
My  lady  my  own, 
Who's  my  idol,  my  all ! 


SAN     FRANCISCO 
CALIFORNIA 


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